This poem has imagery of me looking down walking down the sidewalk and then stopping seeing the end of it and then looking up and seeing the long road. and at the end of the poem its says the children know by that i think he means that when your near the end of your years of being a child it is very nice the poet says "the grass grows soft and white, the sun burns crimson bright." and when you get to become an adult life becomes less nice and and you have to take responsibility and life is not as bright and colorful as it was once when a of kid. the rhyme scheme is a-b-c-c-c. repetition in the words go and slow.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.